Best Rap line

Aiy! If I may interject

Rap these days is like a pain up in the neck

Cornier and phonier than a play fight

Take two of these and don't phone me on the late night

Benzie Box--Danger Doom

I pulled out my dick, she called me rude..

.. but then she ate it like food (tramp)

Big booty hoes-biggie
 
I better check it out, I just saw it and it reminded me that I've heard the line "C.R.E.A.M." in about 20 other rap songs, and now there is a song with the same chorus, but I'll give it a listen.
 
Maybe it have been posted

My mom smoked so much when she was pregnant.I`m suprised I ain`t retarded

2pac
 
Fuck it, the whole verse by Biggie in the Flava In Ya Ear remix is sick (especially the "Don't be mad, UPS is hirin'" part, I'll always remember it)

Niggas is mad I get more butt than ash trays,

Fuck a fair one I get mines the fast way,

The ski mask way,

Uhh,

Ransom notes,

Far from handsome...but damn a nigga tote,

[What ya' tote]

more guns than roses,

Foes is,

shaking in their boots,

Invisible bullies like The Gooch,

Disappear...vamoose...you're wack to me,

Take them rhymes back to the factory,

I see,

The gimmicks...the wack lyrics,

The shit is depressing...pathetic...please forget it,

You're mad cause my style you're admiring,

Don't be mad...UPS is hiring,

You shoulda been a cop...fuck hip-hop,

With that freestyle you're bound to get shot,

Not from Houston but I rap-a-lot,

Pack the gat a lot,

The flav's bout to drop uhh,

 
Flawless victory you niggaz can't do shit to me

Physically lyrically hypothetically realistically

big pun- beware
 
I went from sitting in a jail cell to sitting on a jet
I wen from shitting in a jail cell to shitting on a jet

Birdman
 
Raps that'll change the existence of earth

From infant to birth if mum heard the verse

Like "What!?"

Didnt understand it at first

So she reversed and played it until her brain burst

Thats how it works

Gotta love it 'till it hurts

Love it 'till I easily ease off skirts

Ease on your knees and I skeed on your shirt

Freeze on the Floor now back to work
 
Some Lupe for ya'll:

I'm Just Trying To Do The Opposite Of Left,

As Long As There Is The Opposite Of Death,

You Test, And I Might Just Bring The Opposite Of Life

Till There's No One The Opposite Of Right- Gametime

I stack my paper and throw off my cents

This is top flow, better look out below

Pennys from heaven is the same as a semi from the second

And I reign supreme

Turn your umbrellas upside down

Did you even catch the change in theme?- Failure

She said that she would give me greatness, status

Placement above the others,

My face would grace covers of the magazines of the hustlers

Paper, the likes of which that I have never seen

Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams

The purpose of our scene,

An obscene obsession with the bling

She would be my queen, I could be her king

Together

She would make me cool

And we would both rule

Forever

And I would never feel pain

And never be without pleasure

Ever

Again

And if the rain stops, and everythings dry

She would cry

Just so I could drink the tears from her eyes- The Coolest

Hello my name stickers on the stickers of the veins

In rehab remembering the feelings when they used to get mellow

When they was all back of a nigga like monachello

When the underworld had to be smarter than donatello

No honour amongst fellows

It's harder than sittin with a blind man and tryin to describe yellow- Theme Music to a Driveby

They couldn't belive how I took charge ,

and made it describe how I

push hard through the streets.

And at the same time I was pushin the

margins so far to the left

that I ended up writin on my desk.

Yes I'm

from a concrete jungle,

that will make your set look like bush gardens- Trials and Tribulations

Dude is just too ill. If you don't listen to Lupe, start, now. Lupe>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Wayne

 
Lupe may be above wayne

but its a damn shame that either has such fame

cause their lyrics just bring pain

pain like a whack to the head

their rhymes are so whack I feel dead.

Shit you heard what I just said,

Wayne or Lupe, that shit is poop-ay.

 
you can dream a little dream,

or you could live a little dream,

id rather live it,

cause dreamers always chase

but never get it

aesop- no regrets

these alleyways and streetlights have seen my best days

atmosphere- always coming back home to you

you leave you try

you laugh you cry

you did and you lie

you live and you die

you will you wont

you feel you dont

you heal you crack

i promise still

i got ya back

living legends- moving at the speed of life
 
Yes he has meaning, a sick flow and a good message. I just don't like his rhymes. No depth. His style is just too simple, he raps like a 10 year old raps.
 
You can't imagine how much fun we're having

[Slug]

Stop it there without a care to what you've got to fear

Keep it all betwen your beer and your hockey hair

A lot of weird people traits and ticks

From the strangers to these dangerous faces you kiss

You know this town aint cool as it used to be

When the lion, tigers and bears'd stare at your jewelry

Thruthfully I'm content with how the day moves

Stepped up the game, oops, still rock the same shoes

And one-time with them flashin things, they still

There to turn the drama into action scenes

I'm renting me a vehicle to roll me to the finish line

Follow if you wanna, we'll return around dinner time

Back hurts a little bit more with every cigarette

MY mack learned to never ignore the petty gibberish

I walk the clay cocky like MR. Know-It-Also

Patiently waiting to pop, shake up the soda bottle

Horizontal like a mail-order male whore that came forth

Just to show you all his pale horse

Of course the ones that love him hate him most

Heard broken aint nothin man, she look like she ate a ghost

Make a toast to the butterknife, fuck it right

Wonder when my butterfly is gonna kep her flutter tight

I get way lonely when I'm on the j-o-b

And every pretty face actin like they know me

Same story, take photos and blow me

Like suckin on my pony is some type of a fuckin trophy

Don't know what to say homie, I understand under

the notion that mine is at home under another man

Don't even give it two minutes of business

Rotate the shoulderblades tryin' to keep them chipless

Built a prison out of conjugal visits

Now I rock a fake grimace on my face to catch the kisses

A bag of pot luck, a pint of gut rot

emcee's is mockduck tofu tough-talk

What the blood clot, jumpshot, fadeaway

Watch these white kids eat it up like it was mayonaisse

Then he's on to the next city followin the destiny

Fell asleep droolin on your left titty

Indeed I play my part and call it high art

Keepin my eye on a piece of that pie chart

Smarter than solutions to the rubix cube

Took it apart and then pulled out a tube of superglue

Electric boogaloo, instead of tryin to look at you

I should stay in my house, sit on the couch and read a book or two

Maybe then this space alien can uncover ways to coexist

With other homosapiens

Until that time comes people know my bum steelo

Incognito with mosquitos and dung beetles

It's like that, never the wack, an actual fact

Like this St. Paul Minneapolis jack

It's like that, take your head out of the vaginal crack

Like what the fuck did you expect

I rap

 
The peddlar now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Saying "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says "Ya can't look at much can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler now steps to the road
He writes everything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes

 
I got fat bags of skunk

I got white owl blunts

and I'm about to go get lifted

yes I'm about to go get lifted\

I got myself a forty

I got myself a shorty

and I'm about to go and stick it

Yes I'm about to go and stick it

 


when it came to that dope, i would cop, cook, and shoot it/

no exorcism my demons are deep rooted/

i took about a year to shut it down and reboot it/

now everybody's waterboyin' yeah "you can do it"/

now i ride the beat, keeping time like a calendar/

rip the track to smithereens i'm spittin heavy caliber/

girls call me arthur, i'm swinging that excalibur/

i know i'm the best, what the fuck would i battle for?/

only yesterday, mom was buttering up my eggos/

now i'm stacking bars like i'm playing with some leggos/

i fuck with everybody from jews, micks, to degos/

thick skin, no bruise, dues? man i paid those/

-me
 
Pass the mack and we held 'em like hostages

Rappers see my, hide they faces like ostriches

Dice Raw will slice your brain up into little sausages

For underwater rap, you know who the bosses is

Yo, North Philly baby, that's where that raw shit is

You'll get blown out the sky once you get targeted

8-Deep and Dice Raw, guess who fathered it?

So when you see me on the streets, don't even bother kid

You best be on your merry way because you might get slit

Now go around on the ground and ask what Dice Raw did

I'll lay you all on the floor like it's getting carpeted

You need a special kinna mic for retarded kids

The Roots - Adrenaline! (Live)

Some of that is really hard to understand and it's from a live version so I can't get the lyrics online - it may not be perfect, but it's close.
 
Ridin Drop Top In Da Winter Wit Da Heat On

Bad Yellow Bitch Keep My Passenger Seat Warm

Leg Hangin Out Da Window, U Aint Got These On

Bitch Holla, It Is Lil Weezy

They Can Not See Me, They Are Like Stevie

I Am Barring-a-ton like Levy

I Circle Ya House Like Bee-Bee

Colder Dan Da He-Be-Gee-Bees

Neva Give Free Bees, 75 Thousand For Deez Fees

Shit I Can Get A 100 Thousand Up In Deez Jeans

Big Stacks My Pockets On Creatine

lil' weezy- upgrade u freestyle
 
I love the lord

But sometimes it's like that I love me more

I love the peace, and I love the war

I love the seas, and I love the shore

No love for no beach, baby that's law

But she doesn't see, therefore I spoil

I trick, I fall, run up in raw

I love her with all my heart

Every vein, every vessel, every bullet lodged

With every flower that I ever took apart

She said, that she would give me greatness, status, placement

Above the others, my face with grace covers of the magazines

Of the hustlers, paper, the likes of which

That I had never seen, her eyes glow green

With the logo of our dreams, the purpose of our scene

A obscene obsession for the bling

She would be my queen, I could be her king, together

She would make me cool, and we would both rule, forever

And I would never feel pain

And never be without pleasure, ever, again

And if the rain stops, and everything's dry

She would cry, just so I could drink the tears from her eyes

She'd teach my how to fly, even cushion my fall

If my engines ever stall, and I plummet from the sky

But she would keep me high, and if I ever die

She would commission my image on her bosom, to him

Or maybe she'd retire as well

A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell, and I'll be
 
Pimpin ain;t easy but its necesicary

i'm chasing bitches like tom chases jerry

Ice Cube- Down for Whatever
 
Warning by biggie smalls: Call the coroner

there's gonna be alot of slow singin

and flower bringin

if my burgular alarm starts ringin

whatcha think all the guns is for?

all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door

and I feed em gun powder so they can devour

the criminals tryin to clock my decimals
 


Choose the sword, and you will join me

Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death

You don't understand my words, but you must choose

*baby gurgling*

So... come boy, choose life or death

Verse One: Ghostface Killah

The only man I hold wake for

Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's

My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex

Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex

Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rac-coons

Corner sittin wine niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon

Cuz I be duckin crazy spades

The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs

Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?

Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up

You're out of luck like two dogs stuck

Iron Man be sippin rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable

Noriega, aimin knives which stay windy in Chicago

spine-tingle, mind boggles

Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough

Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so

I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth

Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don

Verse Two: Killah Priest

I judge wisely, as if nothin ever surprise me

Loungin, between two pillars of ivory

I'm lively, my dome piece, is like buildin stones in Greece

my poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak

I'm overwhelmed, as my mind, roams the realm

My eye's the vision, memory is the film

Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds

They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd

No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit

Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip

And throw all types of fits

I leave em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips

Verse Three: The RZA

Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin

No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children

A hit was sent, from the President, to rage your residence

Because you had secret evidence, and documents

On how they raped the continents, and it's the prominent

dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew

The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu

Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu

Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus

You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris

Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin lakes

of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin slim

like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil

Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral

use the sky for a blanket, stuffin clouds inside my pillow

Rollin with the Lands, the tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen

Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions

Verse Four: The Genius/GZA (Maximillion)

The banks of G, all CREAM downs a vet

Money feed good, opposites off the set

It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree

I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed

I'm on some tax free shit by any means

Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM

I learned much from such with cons who run scams

Veterans got the game spiced like hams

And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn

Clips are fully loaded, and then blood floods the lawn

Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength

that made me truncate the limp on temp

with the stump, treat his hips like air pumps

RZA shaped the track, niggaz caught razor bumps

Scarred tryin to figure who invented

this unprecented, opium-scented, dark-tinted

Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues

Cuz I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fuse

- 4th Chamber

GZA

 
I’m the mother flippin’ Rhymenocerous

My beats are fly and the birds are on my back

And I’m horny

I’m horny

If you choose to proceed you will indeed concede

Cos I hit you with my flow

The Wild Rhino Stampede.

I’m not just wild, I’m trained,

Domesticated

I was raised by a rapper and rhino that dated

And subsequently procreated

That’s how it goes

Here’s the Hiphopopotamus

The hip hop hippo

They call me the Hiphopopotamus

My lyrics are bottomless

They call me the Hiphopopotamus

Flows that glow like phosphorous

Poppin’ off the top of this esophagus

Rockin’ this metropolis

I’m not a large water-dwelling mammal

Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis?

Did Steve tell you that, perchance?

Steve.

My rhymes and records they don’t get played

Because my records and rhymes they don’t get made

And if you rap like me you don’t get paid

And if you roll like me you don’t get laid.

My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment

I made all of the ladies in the area pregnant

Yes, sometimes my lyrics are sexist

But you lovely bitches and hoes should know I’m trying to correct this.

Other rappers dis me

Say my rhymes are sissy.

Why? Why? Why?

What?

Why exactly?

What? Why?

Be more constructive with your feedback, please. Why?

Why?

Why, because I rap about reality?

Like me and my grandma drinking a cup of tea?

There ain’t no party like my nanna’s tea party.

Hey! Ho!

I’m the motherflippin’

I’m the motherflippin’

I’m the motherflippin’

Who’s the motherflippin?

I’m the motherflippin’

I’m the motherflippin’

I’m the motherflippin’

Motherflippin’

flight of the conchords

 
Atmosphere - reflections

You look like you were built for me,

You talk like you wanna steal my drink,

You kiss like you already came

and that's a lift to pull a line for those without any game.
 
..."makin' blunts dissapear like im houdini, layed up with asians that know tongue fu gettin' blew when i got the call from young dru"

Mac Dre

 
"Good evening, my name's Mr. Bullet. I respond to the index finger when you pull it"

Pharaohe Monch-When the Gun Draws ft. Mr. Porter
 
My favorite's in my sig...

Blueprint in Printmatic -

you got beef? I got vegetables,

so if you really want it you can leave with a full stomach

Best:

Kno in Seasons -

As the East vs. West winds blew, causing two

Legends to Fall like maple leaves from escalated beef

 
"Hit em with a little Biggy 101

How to tote a gun

and have fun with Jamaican Rum"

"Notorious B.I.G. Party and Bullshit"
 
fuck my morals im drinking away my sorrows

im livin life and im happy i aint thinkin about tommorw

calssified
 
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